More golden drama?

It’s simply too much to bear. Or it is too much to golden?

Father why did you not allow me to consume this treasure?

they're efficient like that

Oh my God. I love your dog posts! This one CRACKED me up - a well-described event.

In my mind's eyes I can perfectly see your golden shithead being all mad and befuddled at the sheer incredulity of leaving that good bagel behind. I've been there. If only there were a way to explain things to our furry best friends. Luckily, they're SO forgiving (after a well-deserved pout). That God-like forgiveness is just one of the infinite blessings they bestow on us. Of course and forever, those blessings make the morning pout well worth the joys of sharing life with them.

From one dog lover to another- Hug your good boy and have yourself a sweet day.

It was nice of him to leave it for another critter not as fortunate as he.

Oh my God. I love your dog posts! This one CRACKED me up - a well-described event.

In my mind's eyes I can perfectly see your golden shithead being all mad and befuddled at the sheer incredulity of leaving that good bagel behind. I've been there. If only there were a way to explain things to our furry best friends. Luckily, they're SO forgiving (after a well-deserved pout). That God-like forgiveness is just one of the infinite blessings they bestow on us. Of course and forever, those blessings make the morning pout well worth the joys of sharing life with them.

From one dog lover to another- Hug your good boy and have yourself a sweet day.

I took our cocker spaniel, Bubba— the dumbest dog who ever lived— for a walk in Central Park. Suddenly, he lunged into a snow bank and proudly came up with half a ham sandwich! He chomped it down before I could stop him. He was so proud of himself.

For YEARS afterward, every time we walked past that spot, regardless of the time of year, Bubba would hopefully look for another sandwich.

Maybe he wasn’t so dumb after all!

and the neighbors on both sides had free-range chickens, some of whom preferred our yard.

One day our black lab was walking back to the house from the yard, obviously carrying something. When I asked her "Bonnie, what are you carrying?" she opened her mouth, and an egg fell out, going splat! on our patio. As I looked at the mess I was going to have to wash up*, I had no choice but to say "Good dog" for having obeyed me. And she was.




* I contrast this to when an egg I was going to use for breakfast last week fell off the counter and the Dachshund Terrier had second breakfast.

than a flat squirrel.

Thanks for sharing! And you told it well!

A wasted bagel!

There is no way this human and dog relationship can be repaired now!